As a famous educator, Principal Peng must be more informed than her, so he told Ma Xiaoli that he could do it today on September 10th.

"When did you have any contact with Principal Peng?" Ning Yunxi had to refresh his understanding of the class monitor in his class and asked.

"I have always been in touch, teacher." Ma Xiaoli said the truth with a smile.

"Since you have contact, should you ask Principal Peng—"

Before Ning Yunxi finished speaking, footsteps came from behind. At the same time, Ma Xiaoli slapped her palms with her hands and the students present sang together: "The hearts of the group are shining in the quiet late night, and the teacher's room is bright all night. Whenever I gently walk past your window--ah, whenever I think of you, my dear teacher--"

Whenever I walked past the teacher's window, she remembered this song so much. The moment I heard it now, the scene of her mentor touching her head and teaching her to write immediately appeared in front of her. In an instant, tears almost spilled out, completely out of her control. Ning Yunxi tried hard to adjust her breathing.

The moment the students saw her red eyes, they were all stunned.

The organizer Ma Xiaoli was frightened. How could she make Teacher Ning cry when she wanted to make the teacher happy? When she was nervous, someone below quickly waved her hand to her. Yes, yes, Ma Xiaoli remembered and changed her gesture and rang in a certain direction behind.

Ning Yunxi did not show their actions, so he finally controlled the emotions just now to avoid breaking down. Because every time he thought of the mentor he brought out that year, he always felt that it was not easy. Especially when he became a teacher, he knew more about the hardships of being a teacher were imagined by others.

"You--" Ning Yunxi turned his head.

Ma Xiaoli, who was making gestures, was surprised to see that she hurriedly put away her hand and smiled awkwardly: "Teacher, I'm sorry, we didn't sing well."

"No, you sang very well, which reminds me of my teacher." Ning Yunxi explained to all the students on the scene frankly.

So that's how it was. The nervous students present then breathed a sigh of relief and laughed in unison. The girls' pleasant laughter and the boy's majestic laughter were mixed together, and in the night it seemed to shock the gust of wind in the lake. The students clapped hard again.

Ning Yunxi was wondering what happened to these children tonight, but they seemed to be crazy.

The footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer. If the applause of the students had not covered up the footsteps, she would have noticed them long ago. She wouldn't have heard the sentence suddenly: "Mom."

The voice of her son? Ning Yunxi immediately turned his head and saw a large bouquet of flowers near her eyes almost pounced on her nose. The bright red roses were about to cover her whole face.

He pushed away the flowers with his hands, and stood in front of him, holding their son, and holding the bouquet of roses was his son Leilei's little hands.

Ning Yunxi blinked in surprise.

Meng Chenhao and his son were looking at her with two pairs of bright eyes of the same size.

"Why are you guys--" Ning Yunxi thought for a while. Could it be that even her two-year-old son pretended to be fooled by her when she called home.

"They said they wanted to create a surprise for you. After asking questions, they finally asked Principal Peng where he thought it would be best for Leilei to send flowers to you." Meng Chenhao helped her students explain.
Chapter completed!